Oral period

The feeling of spending the night with Zhenxiao is much more reassuring than sharing a room with those so-called roommates he used to. You don’t have to worry about the person on the upper bunk because he is deliberately turning the bed creaky, and you won’t sleep in the middle of the night. Woke up maliciously and heard some deliberate comments about him.

This person, Zhenxiao, was as quiet as he was when he emptied himself, and he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing, as if he had disappeared from the world from the moment he climbed onto the upper bunk.

It's just...Xia Jingzhe turned over for the third time, facing the empty white wall, covering her ears with the quilt intentionally, but she could still hear the faint sound of dripping water coming from outside the window——to draw a manga There are advantages and disadvantages in this line of work. The advantage is that the imagination can be exercised, and you can observe and experience more things from life. The disadvantage...probably is that sometimes the imagination is too rich, and it is easy to confuse ordinary life phenomena with supernatural Thinking of ghosts and ghosts together, it frightened me for no reason.

For example, now, listening to the sound of water outside the window, and the occasional whistling wind, he has already made up the scene of a horror movie by himself, especially when the clothes are hanging by the window, and the corners of the clothes are covered by the wind. Blowing, from his perspective, it's hard not to think of ghosts.

"Cough, pillow, are you still awake..."

"You toss and turn like this, who can sleep."

Hearing the familiar voice, Xia Jingzhe breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became more relaxed: "Who told you that you didn't move at all, like a corpse..."

After a few seconds of silence, Zhenxiao's voice came from the upper bunk again, saying softly, "How do you know...you don't?"

Xia Jingzhe froze, and the nerves that had been relaxed for only three seconds tensed up again. She cursed ten thousand obscene words in her heart, and after a long time under the covers, she said in a muffled voice: "...don't scare me."

Fierce and wronged, it sounds pitiful, but it was probably really frightened.

Zhen Xiao couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, looked at the ceiling in front of him, and accepted it as soon as he saw it: "Do you want me to sleep with you?"

"No, I'm not interested in sharing a bed with a boy..." Xia Jingzhe turned over again, rolled the quilt into a ball, hugged her in her arms, and said softly, "Talk to me, otherwise it's too quiet, I'll be thinking wildly."

Thinking of a ghost hanging on the window to scare him and climb into his bed, the sound of water ticking outside the window is the sound of blood dripping from the tip of a murderer's knife--now there is one more thing: the one sleeping on his upper bunk is a corpse .

"Okay, but I'm a little sleepy, and I might fall asleep while talking." Zhen Xiao thought for a moment, and said, "I don't like talking about myself very much, and I have nothing to talk about, but there is one thing that has always been very interesting. I want to ask you..."

"what's up?"

"The afternoon I went to the playground to dive, after I woke up, I saw that you were not in the room, so I went out to look for you, and found you sitting on the roof of the storage room in the center of the rooftop... At that time, what were you looking at?"

"Why did I remember to ask this?" Xia Jingzhe slowly pulled down the quilt covering his face, looked at the empty darkness, and recalled, "I remember that day...the first two sessions in the afternoon were all self-study classes, so I didn't go back , After drawing a chapter, I planned to go out to get some fresh air. I couldn’t smoke, so I ate a milk candy—when I had nothing to do, I would climb to sit on that roof. Anyway, there are rooftops on all sides. It's safe, the highest place on campus, sounds pretty cool, right?"

"As for what you're looking at... Just look at it casually, just to accumulate material. Look at those classmates who shy away from me, the school leaders who have never had a good face in front of me, and a few who don't care who I am and are still friendly to me. My teacher... things that you can't usually see, it's also very interesting to observe from a distance once in a while."

His tone was very light, and he couldn't hear any emotion related to the word "interesting", and even because it was too plain, it was faintly tainted with a little depression.

This time Zhenxiao was silent for a long time, so long that Xia Jingzhe almost thought he was asleep, and he suddenly spoke in a rare and solemn tone: "I still think that there will be no extreme malice for no reason in the world, you are so notorious "Yuan Yang', maybe... a little strange."

"Well, I know, I'm not stupid," Xia Jingzhe said softly, looking at the bed board above her head, "but it doesn't matter. Whether I really hate them or be used by others, I don't hate them, I just feel pitiful for them. I can't judge others with my own judgment. What's the point of counting the correct answers and the few questions in the exam--besides, no matter how embellished and embellished, the stupid things I did in the first place were all my own I chose it, no wonder others, we can’t ask everyone to know the truth and come to listen to my self-introduction, it’s not their obligation.”

"And... if there is a chance, I really want to get along well with them. Unfortunately, only by using the name of the black envelope can I break out of my current position. Isn't it nice to socialize with people wearing a mask? You bitch... I can't stand loneliness to some extent. Before I met you, I haven't had such a good conversation with anyone for a long time——Zhen Xiao, this is the balance I found. I unilaterally let them go and told myself There is no need to worry about it, just look at it from a distance, so I will feel better."

"Of course, the initiative is not mine."

He was too calm, when he said this, he didn't talk about prejudice, but rather a harmless kitten or puppy, which was completely different from his usual sharp and irritable appearance.

Zhen Xiao silently listened to his cold voice, and wondered, every time he mentioned the friend who left without saying goodbye when he was a child, he seemed to be so calm.

"You know," Zhen Xiao turned sideways so that the voice could fall more clearly and reach the other party's ears, "When I first heard the 'Black Envelope Office' thing, what I thought was , this is too absurd, pretending to be a ghost, will anyone really believe it..."

"Later, I occasionally heard someone talking about this matter in my class. Listening to their tone, I thought, maybe there really are gods. For people who are at the end of their lives, the so-called gods are probably more like beliefs than beliefs. A kind of consolation, just like the legendary office, when you leave the envelope, you can confidently tell yourself that I have tried my best, and I am willing to gamble even the unknown sky-high remuneration, even if I am rejected, I have no regrets gone."

"Later, after I found out that you were the person behind that thing... To be honest, I was a little disappointed. It turns out that the so-called god is just an ordinary person with a particularly bad temper, fierce and irritable. How can I entrust my wishes to such a person? Woolen cloth……"

"But now... I'm beginning to feel that this mysterious office and the founder behind it have something to do with the gods."

It's rare to say so many words, but the other party didn't answer for a long time, Zhen Xiao turned over with complicated emotions, and flattened himself on the bed, with a somewhat helpless tone: "Xia Jingzhe... fell asleep?"

There was no answer, only the sound of the other party's steady breathing, and the faint sound of the wind outside the window.

"I didn't expect me to have the function of hypnosis...Forget it, sleep well, don't think about those gods and ghosts, you are also a little fairy yourself, it's shameful."

As the autumn wind picked up, the boy sat alone on the highest point of the school, looking down at the crowd passing by on the ground with a calm expression, as if he was watching a silent drama.

The cold wind stirred his temples and rattled his large coat. A sycamore leaf came from afar, paused on his shoulder, and then went away with the wind.

When the class bell rang, the boy no longer stared at the crowd on the ground, but turned his eyes to the sky, his eyes as clear as black jade reflected a large piece of blue sky.He crushed the hard candy in his mouth, tasted the rich taste of milk, narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and curved his mouth in a happy arc that fit his age.

He is irritable and soft, a sword out of its sheath and a summer flower in full bloom, clean, magnanimous, and warm, the god most like a mortal.

He doesn't believe in people and doesn't love people. He bears rumors, watches people from a distance, and does so-called "stupid things" of repaying grievances with virtue. He is kind and compassionate, and he is the most god-like person.

In March, the sting of insects and the beginning of spring thunder.

This is something he hasn't finished yet.